When I Found the Heroine As a Teenager

"I saw it, put it away properly."

Xia Wanshuang kept everything Zhou Qinglang wrote to her in good condition. The one received before the move was placed in a box, and now it is under the desk in the study, and the one received after moving is placed in the cabinet of the computer desk.

"That's good…"

Zhou Qinglang answered, feeling a little lost, it seems that her sister hadn't noticed.

But she quickly became excited again. She specially wrote the content of the greeting card short, just to want Xia Wanshuang to notice the signature on it, and it is impossible for Xia Wanshuang not to notice.

This also means that Xia Wanshuang thinks it is okay for her to call her this way?

Then can she get an inch?

"Then... Then I'll go to bed, good night, both."

After Zhou Qinglang finished speaking, he closed the door quickly and ran away.

Zhou Qinglang originally wanted to call "late double". Those two words were pronounced 缱绻, Zhou Qinglang muttered silently, his nervous hands shaking.

But she still didn't dare to read it. The unexplained heart palpitations made her timid to say her name before Xia Wanfang, so she could only hurriedly choose the name Lin Qiushui and Zhao Tianhang had read. I feel like this. It won't be strange.

But even if she hurriedly chooses the title that others are reading, she has exhausted all the courage of the girl in the young and secret love, dare not face the reaction of the people in the room, and fled.

Returning to his familiar territory, closing the door and falling on the bed, Zhou Qinglang touched his heart beating wildly, like a person who had been freed from suffocation, breathing heavily, and then repeatedly reminiscing about his words and deeds.

There should be no problem, should it still be normal?

The smile on his face shouldn't be too strange, too stiff, and the voice shouldn't shake either.

Didn't you shake?

Zhou Qinglang doubted himself, a little uncertain.

I hope that in the eyes of my sister, she is calm, lively and playful, with a touch of gentleness.

Zhou Qinglang was thinking wildly in his mind, touching the little jade beads, never knowing that he could actually cope to this point.

But it seemed to be completely involuntary... In front of my sister, I wanted to show some other thoughts, and my heart trembled unconsciously.

"Not promising."

Zhou Qinglang murmured, spitting on himself fiercely in his heart.

Go... go pick her up, show your charm and let her know that you are already a mature adult like her, not a child!

But... But in front of my sister, she is so unpromising.

Xia Wanshuang didn't know that the girl was pregnant, but raised an eyebrow suspiciously at the closed door.

She was also going to stop Zhou Qinglang and asked her why she suddenly stopped calling her sister, but the little girl ran too fast before she had time to ask.

Maybe it's an intimate teasing. There was a colleague before Xia Wanshuang. The colleague's sister was five years younger than the colleague. Sometimes she called her colleague's name to act like a baby or make a joke.

Little girl, so cute.

Xia Wan raised the corners of her mouth, held the book, and turned the pages of the book.

The cold wind outside the window slammed the window.

Before going to sleep in the summer evening, I thought it would be colder tomorrow.

Yes, I guessed right in the summer evening. There was no snow on Christmas Day, but the weather was getting drier and colder.

Walking on the road, everyone is wrapped into a ball, and the students' colorful padded jackets dilute the lack of campus.

Different from summer, the fan in the classroom keeps running and the doors and windows are fully open. In winter, the class is almost a different scene.

The air is full of carbon dioxide, only the opening and closing of the front door occasionally brings a cool breeze, and the students sitting at the door are accustomed to suffering.

The old class boarded the podium in this cold wind and told everyone a piece of news that made everyone feel chilly.

The principal said that the classmates were too lifeless in winter, and they didn't have the vitality of young people. They should move up and exercise. It's better to play a basketball game.

"It's cold, playing basketball?"

A male classmate took a deep breath, listening to the sharp sound of the air roaring in the window and deforming, the words were full of disbelief.

"Just play one game. Our school hasn't formed a basketball team yet, so we have to form one first, and then play a friendly match with the second high school, and it is played in the indoor gymnasium. There is no wind."

Old Ban picked up the thermos cup on the table, blew the heat, and took a sip.

"This is a good time to win honor for our No. 1 Middle School. You have to work hard."

The girls don't think it's too much to see the excitement, and they urge the boys in the class to sign up.

"Teacher, although I really want to win honor for the First Middle School, there is still half a month left for the final exam. We still have to work hard. How can we have time to exercise."

Some boys laughed and laughed, trying to avoid the fact that they wanted to play basketball.

"As long as you are poor, just sign up if you want to go. If you don't want to go, you will definitely not be forced to go. Will you sign up voluntarily? Besides, we will form a basketball team with seven substitutes. I don’t know. Can our class get in," the old class said slowly, took a sip of hot water, and continued with a smile, "and the principal said that if he wins, he will give a bonus."

"Two hundred per person."

The teacher in charge compares, and the students underneath are boiling.

Xia Wanshuang was also stunned. At this time, two hundred yuan was quite generous.

"If it's a hard-trained substitute, even if it doesn't, there will be a hundred."

Lao Ban increased the stress of the word ‘effort’ to remind those who have ideas not to think about paddling.

The class started to noisy, chattering, all were discussing in excitement, as if the two hundred yuan was about to fall on me, or I was just guessing who could enter the basketball team and get the money.

The old class smiled and watched the classmates get excited, and let them discuss for a long time before knocking on the table to calm everyone down.

"And this time it's not just a basketball game, it's also studying. Someone just said that I will have an exam in half a month. It's good to love studying. By the way, we will also take the final exam with the second high school. The principal also asked you to cheer."

"Teacher, are you rich?"

Some classmates blurted out without thinking, causing them to laugh and hum along.

"Have."

The old class knocked on the table and looked at the classmates with a smile.

The classmates below looked at his expression, all of them dumbfounded.

"This time, the entrance exam is ranked first in both schools, with a bonus of 500." Before everyone was surprised, he went on to say, "The top ten have rewards, so everyone must work hard."

The head teacher was still smiling, but this time the students were not as excited as they had heard the basketball game before.

After all, the grades and what you are, everyone still knows what they are, and they all set their sights on Xueba.

Zhou Qinglang's expression didn't fluctuate, she turned her pen, as if she was thinking.

"Xueba, what do you think?"

As the number one in the class and the top three players in the grade, Zhou Qinglang's presence in the class is definitely not low. The people in the front row turned around and asked curiously.

"After getting the five hundred yuan, what should I buy for my sister."

Zhou Qinglang said with difficulty, it seemed difficult to choose.

"Big guy, you deserve to be a big guy."

The classmates in the front row clasped their fists, listen to what someone said.

"It would be great if Zhao Tianhang hadn't left, and he could take one."

Zhou Qinglang made a small calculation, but unfortunately, people are gone.

"So confident, classmate Zhou Langlang."

In the summer evening, he held his head with both hands and looked at the girl sitting beside him.

Crazy and determined, most young.

Zhou Qinglang loves the sound Xia Wanshuang makes when she calls her name with a smile.

"Of course, you have to be confident,"

Zhao Tianhang is gone, Zhou Qinglang competes with an old man with glasses from Class 5 for the first place. Zhou Qinglang usually only uses eight points of effort. She feels that she has given out ten. Although she can't pack the votes and say that she is the first, it is per cent. Eighty is the number one.

After school, the students from No. 1 Middle School rushed to the cafeteria and the school gate rather than excitedly, but went to the basketball court.

A group of half-aged teenagers were selected on the basketball court and ran in the cold wind. One shivered by the wind, almost shed tears.

Xia Wan Shuang and Zhou Qinglang didn't go to the school gate either. It was not Zhou Qinglang who was going to participate in the basketball game, but Lin Qiushui who was going to participate, and brought two of his good friends to come.

"I don't know if the principal and the principal of No. 2 Middle School have **** something or made a bet, and they actually played it like this in the winter."

Lin Qiushui geared up, looking very excited.

He doesn't lack the two hundred dollars. He just wants to play basketball and participate in the game. Although he hasn't joined the team yet, his sense of collective honor is stronger than ever.

"But little vinegar jar, if you don't join it, it's good if you don't join it. It's such a cold day, and it's all a bunch of boys."

Zhou Qinglang could be regarded as Lin Qiushui's master in basketball. He first asked habitually, and then muttered to himself.

"I heard that there are rewards for the top ten in the exam. The two of us, no, the three of us will go hand in hand. You two will take the exam and I will play basketball. Together, we will create brilliance for the No. 1 Middle School."

"Don't be silly, you will be ashamed of not being elected later."

Xia Wanshuang ridiculed that she was ranked in the top five of her grade, still taking advantage of her previous life, and science was still a bit difficult for her, and sometimes she needed Zhou Qinglang to help her.

Have to wait until the division, summer and evening pairs can be liberated.

"How is it possible, don't underestimate me, and don't look at my master, Xiaojutan taught himself, and I have already been a teacher."

Lin Qiushui patted his chest, gestures full of confidence.

Selection is actually very simple, it is shooting.

Because the overall campus atmosphere of No. 1 Middle School is relatively serious, focusing on learning, there are no other courses except physical education, and naturally there is no basketball team. It is students who want to play before they play basketball.

Because the school team is to be formed, the requirements will be higher. Two physical education teachers stood there and tested shooting, dribbling and passing.

There are a lot of boys in the first middle school, and the third year of high school will not participate in this basketball activity, but even if it is the number of people who participate in the selection in the first year and second year of high school, there are one or two hundred people. In addition, the basketball court is surrounded by a dark river. Yang.

The teachers were very strict. When many people saw the conditions for selection, many of them retreated. As a result, more people watched the excitement and fewer people participated in the selection.

Lin Qiushui had a messy meal and was handsome. The physical education teacher had noticed him a long time ago and wrote his name very satisfied, remembering what the principal had said.

It's best to find a handsome guy, even if you lose to the second middle school, you have to lose very well.

It can be said to be very stubborn.

Lin Qiushui couldn't leave after the comparison, so he waited to stay to assist in the selection and give some advice.

He looked at Xia Wanshuang and Zhou Qinglang with a sorry expression.

Zhou Qinglang and Xia Wanshuang waved at him and squeezed out through the crowd.

Both Zhou Qinglang and Xia Wanshuang thought that this basketball game would not have anything to do with Zhou Qinglang, but they didn't expect that two days later, Lin Qiushui was crying and begging Zhou Qinglang to join the team.

The team that was just formed was stumbling and tacitly agreeable. It had to read and write homework and play ball. Someone couldn't take care of it, so they retired.

Seven people were selected, one was left, and there were six. It should be fine, but the substitute skills are poor, and sometimes they can’t catch up. The more nervous, the worse the performance. The game will be a week later. , Everyone's atmosphere is very sluggish.

Lin Qiushui had no choice but to ask Zhou Qinglang to save the scene.

Zhou Qinglang is very tall, especially tall among girls, and not inferior to boys. He has good skills, good physical strength, and a tacit understanding with Lin Qiushui, making him the best choice.

Zhou Qinglang didn't care, since she asked her to help her, she went.

Because of training, Zhou Qinglang will not be able to leave school with Xia Wan Shuang for nearly a week.

Zhou Qinglang was quite reluctant, and Xiawan was very peaceful. Anyway, after the evening self-study, he still had to go home together.

Because of the basketball team training, Zhou Qinglang was not in the class in the last class. After the bell rang after school in Xiawan Shuang, he quickly packed up the things on the table, brought himself a scarf and gloves, and walked outside the door. go,

It was only five minutes after school, but this floor seemed empty.

In the summer evening, I double-cage my hair, wrap myself up, and slowly go downstairs.

The No. 1 Middle School covers a large area. Because of the backing, the classrooms of the students are very spacious. Each grade occupies a building with six floors. The first floor is the lowest floor. There is no classroom.

There are all laboratories, not open to the outside world, only teachers can enter.

Xia Wanshuang went from the sixth floor to the first floor. It took another few minutes. When he was about to walk through the long corridor, he suddenly heard the sound of someone talking in the toilet.

She stood at the top of the stairs with doubts in her eyes.

The toilets in No. 1 middle school are divided into teacher toilets and student toilets, which are located at the two ends. Therefore, the student toilets on the first floor are furnished and it is almost impossible to have anyone.

The wind sent the voice to Xia Wanshuang's ears, a vague curse.

Xia Wanshuang, who was a teacher and died from the violence in the school, instantly understood what might be the case, his face turned cold, his fists clenched unconsciously.

Xia Wanshuang wanted to look closer, but didn't realize that there was a girl guarding at the door, a girl in a black down jacket with a black ear stick on her ears.

"What are you looking at?"

The girl glanced at her, her face full of impatient expulsion.

Xia Wanshuang turned around and walked to the door, disappearing from that person's vision.

Xia Wanshuang is not stupid, and the helpers will not repeat the same mistakes. In the previous life, she was only able to stop herself when the situation was urgent. At that time, she was still an adult.

Children who have not yet grown up are the least serious to start. Xia Wanshuang doesn't know how many people are in it, and he is such a thin body. It is the next best thing to rush in.

Xia Wanshuang took out her mobile phone from her pocket. Although the school did not allow her to bring it, she had no relatives to contact at home, so of course she had to bring it.

The guard room has a landline. She dialed the phone number in the guard room and reported the position that there was a fight. The uncle over there hung up the phone, dressed in security uniforms, and came with a stick.

Xia Wanshuang pretended to have just come out when the two door guards passed by. When the uncles entered, they listened to the movement at the door.

"What are you doing, which class, what is its name, and still want to run?"

The roar of the uncle rang throughout the building, and messy footsteps sounded in the corridor, as if someone wanted to run, but was caught again.

In the summer evening, the pair slowly tidied up their collars and walked into the cold wind.